Catchy little title for todays story. Unless you’re like me and think it’s a story about being in Colorado with a booger hanging out of your nose. Either way this story is intended to make you laugh and to be glad it’s not a story about you. Happy New Year friends…
I promised you some highlights from the Colorado trip. This is the one that stands out in my mind every time I think of our first trip to the land of marijuana and mountains, if I can stop laughing long enough to tell it.
When you decide to take your life in a new direction, you instantly want to immerse yourself in the culture and adventure around every new corner. Let’s take hiking, for example. I see a trail on a map and get instantly excited thinking, yep that’s what we are doing today. And that Rob, he just goes with the flow of all my harebrained ideas. Bless his heart. We pack our backpacks with all the essentials for an afternoon in the woods, you know beer, snacks, bug spray, etc. I know most of you are going to find this hard to believe but I am an over-thinker. I second guess everything and pack enough for an Army. And this trip was no exception. I have never been on a mountain trail and I wanted to have all of the things I may need along the way. And if you’re thinking along the kitchen sink lines, you are thinking right. Rob had the cooler backpack and I had all-the-stuff backpack. And off we go.
Now any sensible person may have planned ahead and checked and double checked the route including mileage and came up with an educated guess on how long this particular trail may take them, where this particular trail may take them, you know survival essentials stuff. My job was the overthinking and overpacking, not the trail planning. I brought all the stuff, that was my job.
We get to the trailhead, suited up for an afternoon of adventure and up the mountain we go, round a corner and ascend a mountain to some beautiful views. As we round another corner and ascend yet another mountain, the view gets even better. And you guessed it, rounded another damn corner up another damn mountain, this goes on for HOURS. I keep thinking, surely this trail has to start coming down the mountain, That’s some kind of science law right? What goes up, must come down?
What started out as an afternoon of skipping through the woods, taking leisurely breaks, and enjoying the views, has now turned into an evening of ‘what in the hell have I done.’ Thinking I should have bought those flares after all, the trail turned and opened up into this beautiful meadow.
Let me rephrase that. The scenery around the trail opened up and the trail got narrower and narrower and I felt a little like Alice in Wonderland. It seemed as though people were walking the trail like it was some form of a long sobriety test, heel to toe. I started thinking to myself, am I doing this wro…that’s when it happened.
Down I go. On my way down I thought oh shit, I’m going down. After a rough landing on all fours I thought oh shit, I’m going OVER! Sure enough, I summersaulted onto my back, arms and legs in the air like a turtle clawing for the sky, trying to prevent another rollover.
Rob was behind me and he had the best seat in the house for that show. Now I understand why he goes along with these ideas of mine, they never disappoint. But, the real questions is where can we buy him a body cam?
